The warm water had flushed Su Ningwei's skin a faint red.
Su Ningwei raised her injured lotus-white arm, pressed her long legs together, and looked shyly at Ye Chen. She was as beautiful as a freshly watered pink rose in full bloom—delicate, alluring, plump, and dewy.
Ye Chen squeezed some foaming body wash into his palm and placed his hand on Su Ningwei's shoulder.
Her skin felt truly smooth and soft as congealed cream, impossible to put down.
Ye Chen carefully washed every part of Su Ningwei's body.
Su Ningwei comfortably narrowed her eyes as well.
After rinsing the foam from their bodies—
Su Ningwei could no longer sit still on the stool. She wrapped herself around Ye Chen's waist and took the initiative to kiss him.
Ye Chen curled his lips into a smile and scooped Su Ningwei up in his arms.
Wrapping themselves in bath towels, they strode toward the bed in the master bedroom.
It was another tender yet intense night.
The next day.
Even Ye Chen slept in for once.
Su Ningwei, who had declared last night that she was terrifyingly strong and definitely would not cry, had red plum-blossom marks scattered across her shoulders, with faint tear tracks still at the corners of her eyes. Yet she slept soundly.
Last night, the only hard thing about Su Ningwei had been her mouth.
It had made Ye Chen's desire to conquer her surge, driving him to put in even more effort and grow braver with every round.
Mm~~~ They had probably battled until three in the morning.
Ye Chen smiled and kissed Su Ningwei's shoulder, pulling her closer into his embrace.
Su Ningwei let out a soft whimper, squeezed her legs together, and murmured weakly, "No more, no more. I was wrong. You're the